A dear friend of Stuff Monsters Like, let’s call her Samara-if-she-had-advanced-past-the-age-of-early-adolescence, spent her 30th birthday adamantly alone drinking a 12-pack of beer and a fifth of whiskey until she passed out on the kitchen floor in her high school prom dress, which no longer fit. Now that’s not bad, not…
Hey, Ladies! . . . Hey, Ladies! . . . Uh, ladies, you’re supposed to call back to me in your baddest voice. Let’s try again. . . . Hey, Lay-dees!!! I said, Hey, Lay-dees!!! Ladies!!! Now that I’ve got your attention I want to spend some time talking about…
Rosemary’s Baby had an effect on us here at Stuff Monsters Like which put some us off babies all together. But sometimes we find ourselves inextricably drawn to these wonderful balls of fluff and sweetness. So we started compiling a compendium of reasons to stay away from babies and the…
One minute you have a sweet, cuddly child, but then…BAM. Projectile vomiting, head spinning, television flickering. You know, the whole nine. Thanks to baby Aurora for inspiring this post.
Submit an idea here.
Featuring movie essays from the Head Monsters of SML and others that explore our love for horror cinema! Published by the Collinsport Historical Society.
